My Job Here is to Feed You

In movies and TV shows, I always look at the food, lingering there a little while longer. Photo by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash

A Warrior’s Confession

I’ve fought
for way too long.
The taste of metal, coppery and
bittersweet lingers, my teeth aching
to bite down,
like a juicy ripe red Fuji apple -
he made a cartoon of me once -
replaced by sweet, sweet nectar,
freedom is you and me
on the balcony of our oceanfront
everyone has died,
afternoon tea: those little sandwiches I love,
your beer, mine too
innocent, innocent things
safe things

Mine is to cook for you
whomever you are out there
in the great (damned) blue.

Before they fell you,
or you live to be 100,
gumming my chocolate pudding.

I will forage and hide,
cook and clean, slaving over this
open flame.

It is my penance,
for the lives I’ve never let
live, and let live.

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Originally published at https://carolbankswebercoggie.wordpress.com on November 3, 2020.

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